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Happy *mumble mumble* Birthday, Mom!

Yes, hard to believe it’s the *mrmblbrmbl* anniversary of my mom’s birth! The woman who taught me to love books (not that it was a hard sell, mind you), who taught me that it’s always a good time for pursuing a dream, who has lived with Depression and still always managed to be the kind of mom I can only try to be. Definitely a day to celebrate!

By some strange cosmic coincidence, it’s also her twin sister’s birthday. What are the odds, right?! So happy birthday to my aunt Kathy, too, AND her lovely daughter Faith, who can’t possibly be eleven, because that would just make me feel old. No one who was a baby at my wedding can be almost a teenager. UNACCEPTABLE.

Love you all!

(Also, I believe it’s Spooky Steve’s birthday. Most of you don’t know him, but he’s one of the amazing people that made my work life bearable when I was pregnant and everything sucked. So happy birthday to Steve!)


Valentine’s Day Bonus Post

It’s still wrong, but we’re really glad he at least tried to correct it:

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Writing and Parenting

I’ve been perusing entries on Write With Warnimont and came across a recent one that made me think- a post about limiting distractions while writing. Distraction is a huge problem for me, and he’s got some helpful tips. The last point he mentions is writing with kids around; I had a nice, long (practically novel-length) response typed up about writing with kids in the house, and I lost it.

I do that a lot, genius that I am.

So you can thank Mr Warnimont for inspiring this one…

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Let me tell you what’s happening in my house, right at this moment. The TV is on, but there’s no one watching it. Why? Because I just sent the boys downstairs. Their dad is trying to sleep, I have a pounding headache, and they’re boys- they’re loud. I can still hear them, though. What I hear right now is the older one sing-shouting “RA-RA-RAS-POO-TEEN, AH BLAR BLAH BLAH RUSSIAN QUEEN” (or something, I don’t know the words), mixed with a lot of “OW, QUIT IT!” and screaming.

So typical snow day with a 7-year old and a 4-year old.

I love my children, I do. But I love writing, too, and the kids aren’t just distractions from it. They’re concrete roadblocks. Hang on a sec, somebody’s crying.

See what I mean?

And yet I write, don’t I? True, it took me two years to write, revise, and polish one novel (which had already been festering in my brain long before that), but I’m getting better with it. Also, I’m posting here fairly regularly, even if the dog practically does half of the work. So while I’m not a professional writer by any stretch of the imagination, I think I’m in a position to share a bit of advice on how I’m doing it.

1) My best piece of advice: Don’t have kids. Too late for that? Let’s move on…

2) Make writing a priority. I know, I know, easier said than done. It’s hard not to feel guilty about taking time for yourself when there are so many people wanting your time and attention. You might feel like you’re neglecting your family, but you need to take time to recharge yourself if you want to be at your best for them. Writing is my refuge. It’s how I get away from stress and problems, and it’s cheaper than a day at the spa (or taking up drinking as a hobby, for that matter). If you need a kick in the pants to do this, read on…

3) NaNoWriMo. I know, there are a lot of people who think it’s a bad idea, but I’m not talking about the quality of your first draft, here. I’m talking about giving yourself permission to make writing a priority. NaNoWriMo is official. It’s a big, but achievable goal, and it’s just for one month. The first time I did it (in 2010), I told my husband what I was doing, and he basically patted me on the head and said, “Whatever floats your boat, honey.” Kind of his general attitude toward my writing, actually… point is, I could ask him to watch the kids a bit more without feeling guilty, and more importantly I had a good excuse for writing instead of watching TV with him after the kids were in bed. After all, I had a word count to achieve! A deadline! And “it’s only for two more weeks” sounded a lot more reasonable to him than “I just have to get my imaginary people out of this dragon cave and into each other’s arms and rip them apart and nearly kill her and…” Get it? Without NaNoWriMo, I might never have given myself permission to just write, and to ask my family for that precious alone time. And it becomes a habit, which is also important.

4) Focus on the other stuff- I’m still bad for this, but I’m working on it. On days when I try to squeeze writing in during the day, I’m jumping back and forth between that, keeping the house clean, making meals, and playing with the kids (and letting the dog out, and letting the dog in, and letting the cat in who got out when the dog came in…). Then the kids go to bed, it’s writing time, and I still have dishes to do, laundry to move over, and tidying to do, because I was too unfocused during the day. If I can focus on the other stuff during the day/early evening and get it done without trying to fit my writing in wherever I can, if I can get it DONE, then my evening is just for me, a cup of tea, and my book… assuming my husband’s working nights, of course. Speaking of which…

5) Don’t neglect your relationships. This goes back to distractions again, and can be really difficult when things are going well in your writing. When you’re with your family, BE with your family. Don’t think about how you could be writing at that moment. Play with the kids, or read to them (I prefer reading, but sometimes it has to be trucks). Watch FRIENDS with your spouse and play Phase 10, or whatever it is you crazy kids do when you hang out. Get everyone out of the house together for a while, go for a hike, go to the playground. It’s time away from your work, but your family will be much more gracious about “sharing” you with your writing when they’ve already had their quality time with you. You’re important to them!

6) Get out of the house. When I’m at home, there’s always something else I should be doing, something to distract me. We live in a tiny community- no coffee shop to pop out to, not even a decent library branch to spend an hour or two at, but those would be good options if you have them nearby (you lucky thing, you). My current favourite trick is offering to take the car in every time it needs repairs. I can sit at the Hyundai dealership for a few hours and type, or if they have a car for me to borrow, it’s off to the library. The 45 minute drives there and back are great times to think, too, since there’s no one else in the car to distract me (um… just make sure you’re still watching the road, OK?)

7) Get help. Easier said than done for some of us; our closest family (geographically speaking) is my husband’s parents, and they’re an hour+ drive away. If you have family members close by, though, or teenagers who are willing to babysit for a reasonable fee, I say take advantage of it whenever you can. I am fortunate to have a husband who will keep the boys out of my hair for a while when they’re really driving me nuts, even though he doesn’t share my interests or really understand why I need to do this. He’s a keeper, that one.

8) Even heard of benign neglect? It’s not actually neglecting the kids; rather, it’s letting them do their own thing, to find their own fun, to work things out on their own without a parent hovering over them every minute of the day. Obviously babies need the attention, and can’t be left to fend for themselves, but it’s good for older kids. Be available if they really need you, but let them know that when you’re writing, they need to respect your space. Teach them to get their own snacks, and to help each other out with things. Teach them to resolve their arguments without hitting (and be prepared to step in when they do, anyway). Send them outside to play, weather permitting. This is all good for them! They need to learn to be creative in dealing with boredom and solving problems. It’s not ideal; I sit at the kitchen table or at my desk in the living room to write, and even when the boys aren’t hanging off of me and talking to me, they’re still around, still loud, and I still need to be aware of what’s happening. It’s better, though, and it brings me to my last point:

8) Writing through the distractions. This is what I’m doing right now, and do for most blog posts (since that sacred quiet time when I have the house to myself is strictly for fiction). You need to train yourself to do it, but it is possible. Yes, it’s annoying when you do have to get pulled out of your zone (which is why this doesn’t work as well for me when my mind has to be in another world), but at least you can get something done. I might be a bit snippier with the kids when I’m doing this than I normally would be, but we’re figuring it out.

So there you go. My little list of ways to get this thing done. Will these tips make it easy? Nope, sorry. If you’re like me, you will feel guilty every time you take time away from your kids. But it’s so worth it.

(Speaking of kids… I need to wish my Ike a super-duper 5th birthday today! Best Valentine’s Day gift ever.)


LUV 4 EVAR

Remember conversation hearts? They’re those candies that taste like chalk (except for the yellow ones; they taste like banana-flavored chalk), and they say things like “BE MINE” and “HUG ME.”

Good times. Well, not really. Not if you’re a self-conscious kid who lives in fear of giving a KISS ME to the wrong classmate (and let’s face it: in 4th grade, they’re all the wrong one).

I got some the other day in a (super duper!) birthday package. They’ve changed. They still taste like chalk, of course- some traditions you just don’t mess with. But the messages are different. They’re MODERN!

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UR IT. BE TRU 2 U.

Have I ever told you all how much I hate text speak, or whatever they call this? It’s not cute, it makes you sound like an asshole. Just saying.

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BITE ME

If you care, write me a nice letter. Send a card. Call me. Don’t text me. (Also, don’t send me a picture of your junk. This is not romantic. Time and a place, people!)

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Hippies, or swingers? Who can tell? The mystery is half of the fun! (These ones aren’t new, I just liked how they showed up together in the package)

I’m not going to say changing these things is bad; I’m not quite ready to sit on my front porch and yell at kids to git offa my lawn*. Also, they’re candies. Who cares, right? We’re not talking about the downfall of civilization, here. But if you ever catch me using a phrase like 2 HOT 4 U in anything other than a mocking tone, please slap me. Hard.**

That’s it. No big message here. That’s X minutes of your life you’re never getting back.

Happy Almost-Valentine’s Day! *evil laugh*

*ask again after my birthday.

**I would not be at all surprised if you could get candy hearts with this on them.

UPDATE: You can get adult conversation hearts, but looking for them will do terrible things to your internet search history.


Everything You Thought You Knew

A few days ago, I remembered another super fun thing about Depression that I don’t think I’ve mentioned before- mostly because I don’t think I even realized it, myself. Ready for it?

You will never be able to really trust your own perceptions or moods again. Not when things are going well, and definitely not when they’re going badly.

Shall I explain?

Take a hypothetical example of someone with Depression who’s been doing really well with it- maybe still a little (lot) on the forgetful side thanks to the disease,  but not spending a lot of time crying over nothing, and finally getting back to normal. This person has her moments of despair, like when she looks at the housework she has to do every day and realizes that she never, ever gets to retire from that much-hated job, but she generally holds up well under the stresses of daily life. She has moments of real joy, and is able to be grateful for the ridiculous number of blessings in her life.

Maybe this person has a dream. Maybe this person thinks she has talent at something (let’s say painting), and maybe her particular, life-long dream is to do it professionally. Perhaps this hypothetical person sometimes lets herself really dream, to think big, to wish for the best and to take steps toward it. Maybe she thinks, “This is going to happen. Maybe not right away, but it will.”

And then maybe… honestly, maybe she’s a bit hormonal one day*. Doubts start to creep in. She wonders if maybe she was wrong about the whole damned thing, that God was playing a joke on her when he put this one desire in her heart, that she’s not good enough. That she’ll never be good enough. Maybe she realizes that there are literally thousands of people in the world with the exact same dream as her, dreamed just as passionately, who will never see the result they’re wishing for. And she wonders why the hell she should have ever thought she was any different.

So she recognizes feelings of depression and goes back to what she learned about identifying negative thoughts and changing them… and she stalls.

Why? Because for the first time she honestly doesn’t know whether these negative thoughts are actually coming from the Depression. She’s struck with the realization that there’s a chance reality is actually tapping her on the shoulder and saying, “Um, honey? It’s time we had a little talk.”

Is she feeling down and wondering whether she should give up (not give up painting, God forbid, but give up The Big Dream) because it’s a bad kind of day for moods in general, or because it’s the kind of day when reality can break through the shell of artificial hope that our hypothetical case study has built up around herself as a defense mechanism?

So yeah, it makes you question everything, and therefore feel like shit for not just appreciating what you have and being willing to let go of what’s probably an absolutely ridiculous dream, anyway. Or is it? There’s no way for you to know.

Depression’s a slippery, slimy, dishonest bastard. But maybe it’s the same for everyone… I wouldn’t know.

*I read about a study once that showed that bad moods due to PMS are mostly in the sufferer’s head. Studies are bullshit.


Monday Jack Attack 2/11/13

Because no matter how your Monday is going, you can still be thankful it’s not making you look like this:

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“Valentine’s Day is on Thursday? Almost makes Monday seem not so bad.” *sigh*


Idea! *boing boing boing*

I may or may not act like Tigger when I’m excited. Don’t judge.

Mmmmmm… What’s better than a new idea? I’ll tell you: a developing idea. One that smacked you out of the blue one day while you were out for a walk, that’s been festering quietly for months, occasionally tapping you on the shoulder to get some attention, only to be told, “Not yet.”

Then one day you give in, you break out the idea development notebook (or binder, computer file, back-of-napkin, whatever), and it starts to really take shape.

I have an idea. A fun concept involving ghosts and muses and romance and mysteries. It’s even set in our world, so it’s significantly different from my other novels.

Will it be brilliant? Probably not. But damn, it’s going to be fun!

Now if I could just finish figuring out the plot…


About That Prologue…

You know, the one I told everyone to disregard?

I still like it. I like how it feels, I like the action it brings to the beginning of the story, and I definitely like how it lets our… um… hero… get his voice in there before our dear heroine starts talking*, before their worlds collide and everything changes.

So why not post it here, right? Maybe it’ll make it back into the story one day- I’d love that.

For now, though, you’ll find the prologue here, or up there at the top under “Short Stories.”

You knew it was coming.

-K

*Nothing against her, of course- I adore her. she just talks a lot.


Conversations I Was Almost Definitely Not a Part Of- Part 1

Her: “So what’s with so many houses around here not having front porches or steps? It’s a 2-10 foot drop on most of them… I’ve seen second-story doors with nothing but air underneath.”

Him: “I dunno. I guess they don’t use them. Newfoundlanders just prefer to use the back door most of the time.”

(awkward pause)

Her: “So do you think that’s why they needed monetary incentives to increase the population?”

Him: “Never speak to me again.”


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